In point of fact, my shrink had told me in no uncertain terms that I was a “flaming nymphomaniac” and that I should try to get dick in me at least...three times a day to stay satisfied.I found that to be good advice, but in recent years I had fallen to the average of twice a day and that seemed to sustain me without any noticeable aging patterns to push me into that ready for the grave look all older folks eventually come to at the end of the life cycle.The nice man down in the financial office. The Master greeted me with “Strip naked, get a beer for me, a wine for your wife and bring them on a silver tray to our bedroom.” I did as ordered. The Master and my wife were propped up on pillows. The Master fondled my wife’s ample breasts. As they toasted each other I had to tidy up their clothes which were spread over the floor.I watched as the Master kissed my wife’s right breast. The Master said “Slave, you will watch as I fuck your wife for the first time”. As instructed I wrote on his. Eventually we got comfortable with me on my side and Megs laying in front of me, it was nice feeling her arse pushing back against me and brought back memories of my teenage years cuddling up to Flo, MmmI put my arm around her waist and let it linger on her belly by the waistband of her knickers while she flicked through the channels to find a decent program.My head was spinning and personally I didn’t care what we watched as I had the feeling I was going to be out very soon.Finally Meghan. I could feel the folds of her pussy opening and half of the tip of my cock disappearing inher. She was so tight that I remembered her being tighter than my wife during our first time. I stopped, and then pushed a little further, as I see almost all of the tip going in. Now I could feel her stomach muscles stiffen where my left hand was and she squealed,“Stop, stop for a bit but don’t take it out.” Then she opens her eyes and I could see the pain and a hint of tears in her eyes. I said, “Nikki.